Forgot About Them

I followed her into her apartment feeling the anticipation building within me, literally. She filled a couple of glasses with wine, and we sat down on the sofa and sipped on them. We began to get closer together as we slowly drained our glasses. Not long after the empty glasses were set aside on the coffee table and our arms were snaking around each other. As we embraced each other our lips naturally met, and we shared several slow passionate kisses. Our passion slowly increased as we started kissing faster and faster and before long, we were kissing and making out like a couple of horny college kids.

Our make out session slowed enough for us to start forcing our hands under each other's clothes. My hands made their way under her shirt and her warm soft skin sent more arousal through me. Her hands did the same as mine and I felt her soft fingertips press into me before she got playful and dug her fingernails into me a little. She gave me a sly grin before moving down to my belt.

I watched in anticipation as she slowly unbuckled my belt. She seemed to relish in the slow tease as she slowly pulled the belt out of the buckle before undoing it. With the same slow methodical action, she undid the button on top of my pants and very slowly pulling down my zipper. The folds of my pants easily parted as she pulled the zipper down due to my intense arousal. She then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and untucked it in the front. I arched my hips up and allowed her to pull my pants free of me and toss them to the side.

"What the fuck?!" she cried as she looked back at me after she quickly tossed my pants to the side. I followed her eyes and saw what she was looking at and I felt a boulder drop into my stomach. Somehow against all odds I had completely forgotten I was wearing my girlfriend's panties. And these weren't panties you could mistake for men's underwear; no, they were silky white panties with pink lace trim and roses printed on them.

"What kind of a pervert are you?! Did you take those from your sister?" she shrieked as I felt myself go red hot from embarrassment.

"No, no, no, no, wait I can explain." I stuttered out. "You see my girlfriend likes me to wear them." I added quickly before realizing exactly what it was I was saying.

She put her hands on her hips glaring at me and said, "Oh so you have a girlfriend." Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, she picked up my pants and walked to her door, opened it and tossed them out. I watched in horror as I watched my pants fly over the rail before plunging down the four floors to the ground below.

My mouth hit the floor as she turned back to me with a vengeance and said, "Now you and your perverted panties get the fuck out of here."

I finally found my voice again and pleaded, "You can't make me leave like this. You've got to get my pants back for me. Please!"

"I said get out." she yelled at me while pointing towards the open door. "Get out now before I call the police."

Even in my state of shock I knew it was best to take my losses at that point and run. I grabbed my shoes and dashed out the door. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could trying to pull my shirt down as I went hoping and praying nobody had to walk their dog or take the garbage out or anything or were just peering out their windows.

I got to the bottom of the stairwell and found my pants and picked them up. I was so desperate to get out of sight I didn't even bother putting them on I just continued my mad dash to my car. Once in my car I took a deep breath relieved that nobody seemed to see me or if they did, I was concentrating on getting out of sight that I didn't notice. After catching my breath, I fished my keys out of my pants pocket and got the car started to head home.

As I drove, I couldn't help but notice that my cock was still rock hard despite the humiliating turn of events. Stopped at a signal I looked down and could see my cock poking into the lacy waistband of the panties and a precum spot. I must be a glutton for torture because I reached down and gave myself a small rub which nearly sent me over the edge. The rest of the drive was torture because with the enhanced arousal every time I moved my leg when driving made the silk rub my cock and balls making it pulse the throb more.

I finally made it back to my apartment complex. I pushed the seat back in my car and slipped my pants on but left them unbuttoned not wanting to compress my hardon too much. Luckily no one was out since it was so late as I made my way into my apartment. I heaved another sigh of relief as I shut my door behind me now that my ordeal was finally over. I made my way to my bedroom and stripped down to my panties. My hardon was still pressing hard against the silky confines of the panties. I couldn't believe I was still so worked up after such an embarrassing situation.

I laid down on my bed and was about to start rubbing myself through the panties but then got another idea. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I grabbed a pillow and thrust it between my legs before rolling on top of it and began humping it. It had been a long time since I had used this particular masturbation method, but the silk panties rubbing the length of my cock as I humped the pillow felt completely unreal. What oddly made it even more stimulating was when the nights events started replaying in my mind. As I heard her angry voice calling me a pervert my cock began to throb. It throbbed even harder as I relived my frantic escape hoping nobody saw me.

As I relived my escape from her apartment and rubbing myself on the ride home, I felt the pressure begin to build out of control and I knew the end was coming. Sure enough, seconds later I felt my cock blow like a grenade and send torrents of cum all over my panties and the pillow. My whole body shook as my cock emptied my balls. After one of the most intense orgasms I ever had I had no energy to even try to move even though I was lying in a warm sticky mess. I knew my girlfriend was going to kill me but didn't have the energy to care as sleep began to overtake me.